The picture in the blog header is of the labyrinth in the courtyard at St. Augustine’s Episcopal Parish, Tempe Arizona. For me, walking a labyrinth is the physical manifestation of my journey as a storyteller. My first post recounted the very beginning that journey, when I first stood at the entrance to the labyrinth. From here on out, I’ll start with a “Tip of the Week” (the value of the word “week” may be variable) and then share a reflection from my life as a teller.
FROM MY INNER TEACHER TO YOUR INNER TELLER:
After a certain amount of practice the story you love suddenly turns b-o-r-i-n-g! You’ve worked out every possible variation of phrase, you’ve made faces, you’ve worked on gestures, you know the inner life of everybody in the story – now what? Well it does often help to give the story a short rest but here’s another suggestion.
Try taking a tip from classical musicians who must perform long complex works from memory in a way that is absolutely accurate as well as emotionally gripping. Practice backwards. Go to the last scene in the story and work on that. Then back up to the penultimate scene. Tell it and then the last scene. After that, start with the antepenultimate scene. You get the picture. This strategy not only helps with boredom, it strengthens the end of the story, and it’s very comforting to start with a strong grip on the end. (Thanks to The Limelighters song “Have Some Maderia, My Dear” for reminding me of the existence of the word “antepeunultimate.)
Today’s reflection looks at where I am now, even though I can’t say exactly which corner I have turned. Is this a road of trials or is it more accurately a road of joys?
As I reflect on the five days – from Wednesday morning when I first walked into the NSN Conference at the Hilton Hotel in Mesa until yesterday evening when I staggered out those same doors – I find myself almost drowning in a wave of memories and impressions.
The color scheme in the hotel itself added to the conference theme of “Fire and Light.” Rarely have I spent so much time in a golden, orange, yellow, and brown place. The vast amount of information that came my way began to feel like drinking like a fire hose. I could only keep scribbling notes that I now must decipher.
Then there was the joy of being with my kind of people. I reconnected with a friend and mentor from years ago and we happily shared how we have brought story into our lives and those of others since that long-ago time when I was her biology student. I was vastly impressed by the number of people who took the time to not only congratulate me on my NSN member grant but ask me would I would be doing and to listen to my enthusiastic babbling on the subject.
Then there were the number of people whose names I knew from my reading. It was hard not to turn into a total fangirl almost every time I rode the elevator.
This could go on forever (I never expected to see/hear a juggler tell a story about juggling while juggling!) but I’m going to turn to what I learned when I was a student at the Storytelling Institute: Doug Lipman’s Most Important Thing.
For me the MIT came in two parts. First, I realized how far my life has come as a storyteller since that long-ago Mesa Storytelling Festival. This encourages me to keep helping students, youth, friends all find their inner storytellers. Second I realize how much more I have to learn and do as a storyteller.
Can you remember a time when you reflected and grew, all at the same time?